On the evening of my birthday, we headed out into the beautiful Cannes evening sun, stopping along the way to check out some familiar places from the film festival.
Mr B had booked a restaurant for us in the old town, so we set off to find it following Google maps. We climbed up hills.
Then climbed up steps.
It was pretty warm, and I felt like I was climbing everest in 4 inch heels. Mr B found it pretty funny. And then led me up some more steps.
Only to come down them on the other side, pretty much ending up where we started off. Thanks Google. But we soon found our lovely little restaurant, tucked in a corner of the most delicious smelling street in the world.
Our table was pretty small, but incredibly cute with loads of people-watching potential.
The service was excellent, and we soon had a couple of kir royales to toast with, and
gulp sip down.
Mr B had initially tried to book a Michelin star restaurant but couldn’t get a table, and I must admit I couldn’t have been happier with his second choice. The food was fabulous, in a relaxed, unstuffy setting.
We were presented with some rustic melba toast and home made pesto to nibble on whilst we perused the menu.
In the end we both went for a set meal which was incredible value, washed down with plenty of the delicious South of France rosé wine which is nothing like the stuff you get in the UK.
We started with a delicious carrot soup with mushroom foam.
Followed by gambas tempura with a thai salad – the batter was wonderfully light and the salad sweet and salty and delicious. I must have a go at making it at home.
Mr B went for the duck served with gnocchi in a cream sauce.
Whilst I went for scallops with a creamy lemon risotto, and a champagne emulsion.
The atmosphere was lovely – chatter and laughter rose from the restaurants around us, with the odd pop of a cork, and clink clink of glasses. Just as we thought it couldn’t get much more French, these two wondered passed, making everyone around us stop and tap their feet or clap their hands.
I finished off dinner with our restaurant’s take on tiramisu – deliciously light and fluffy.
And rhubarb for the Mr.
Washed down with some strong coffee to make sure we were ready to party the night away.
If you are in Cannes, and looking for a romantic meal, with excellent service and delicious food for a reasonable price, I couldn’t recommend Le Manoir enough. Our set menu with three courses (the amuse bouche was thrown in) was €38 each, which I think it pretty darn good for the standard of food. Make sure you book though, and check it is the right one as there are two – and I can’t be responsible if the other one is awful! Here’s where you can make a reservation.
After saying a fond goodbye, we headed off (missing out the slight stair detour) onto the promenade in search of a lively place for a cocktail or two, doing some window shopping on the way.
We found a bar that fit the bill exactly, with good music and cocktails on offer.
Which I HAD to have a go of, of course. I was awful – I have no rhythm whatsoever.
And we danced until our feet were sore.
Like this? Check out our my earlier post from that day: Birthday in Cannes.
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